Great Big Stuff

When I get a job, someday, I hope, I have a list of things that I want to buy. I've never been a Consumer, but now that I'm stuck in this...did I say stuck? I meant, now that I am more permanently located in one city, I would like to have things around me. Top of the list is the Nintendo Wii which is impractical without a 32" Flat-Screen TV. Then a Bose Radio with the ability to play my iPod. Then a small, elegant, perhaps antique television stand for the above, and my DVD collection--of course, this might have to wait until I move to a new apartment. If so, I'll just add it to the Decorating list: Curtains, a rattan rug, a faux-leather sofa, a living room set that is partially inspired by the Empire style. I will frame my Turner print to match, naturally, and blow up my postcard of "Women of Britain, Come Into the Factories!" to be hung in the kitchen, next to the hutch which contains my antique English tea set that has finally been unpacked. For Dog, a denim-covered bed, and orthopediacally lifted, stainless-steel dishes, leather collar and hygenic, veternarian-approved organic chew toys.

This line of thought is the terminus from this morning when I was sitting in yet another agency's reception area, and I suddenly realised that I was the only one wearing brown trousers. Everyone else was in black. "S*&$," I thought, "I forgot that 'business casual' means 'black clothes.' I only hope no one will notice." And I realised that if I ever do get a job, my first paycheck will probably be spent on work clothes. Which led to fantasies about what the second paycheck will be spend on, and so forth, until you get the daydream above. When did I become depressingly bourgeious and middle class? Now I begin to understand the mindset of the middle classes during the Industrial Revolution: now I am totally focused on paying rent and feeding myself, but once I get a little extra breathing room, where does it go? To the Wii. As opposed to the laboring middle classes who, according to my history books, spend their money on underclothes.

And now I have to go to the store. Now that I'm stuck in the--back in the land of Kraft Mac & Cheese I'm going to have some for dinner. :)